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                                  * WARNING *

This contains very sexually explicit material. Any one offended by this SHOULD
NOT READ ANY FURTHER.

                                  INTRODUCTION

Any resemblance to characters living or dead is, unfortunately, entirely
coincidental. This is the third in a series of short stories that I intend to
write on the topic of sexual fantasies. It describes fantasies that most men
have about women but who have neither the inclination nor the talents to put
them down on paper. I have used very sexually explicit descriptions but if you
can't figure out what I am trying to portray, let your own mind visualize it.

If the reader happens to be female, you may be surprised to find that most male
fantasies are very similar to your own. If someone fantasizes about being "on
top" and someone else fantasizes about being "on the bottom" are they not one
and the same ?

                                  WHITE SLAVE

                                   Chapter I

The haze was starting to lift. Kelly felt as though she had been on a 3 day
drunk. Her vision was blurry but was quickly becoming normal. She found herself
fastened to some platform in an X shape. There was a curtain in front of her
with lights on the other side. She could hear voices from the lighted room but
could not make out what was being said.

She slowly started to remember what had happened. She was going to the corner
store. It was  late evening. While she was walking along, a black van had
pulled up beside her. She completely ignored it when two figures jumped out,
put a hood over her head and shoved her into the back of the van. She then felt
a sharp jab in her arm and had blacked out.

She tried to move but could not. She then realized that she could also not open
her mouth because of 2 leather straps that criss-crossed her face and held a
sort of a muzzle keeping her lower jaw tightly shut. She suddenly became very
frightened.

The lights on the other side of the curtain went out and the murmurs stopped.
She saw the curtains open but could see nothing once they were compeltely
opened and had stopped. A bright light was turned on that was aimed directly at
her from the other side of the room. She squinted but could not see who was
there.

"Good evening Gentlemen and welcome", said a voice on a microphone. "Let me
give you the details of our offering: female caucasion; aged 18; green eyes;
black hair; weight 105 lbs; height 5'4; vital statistics: 35-23-34. With the
proper training and conditioning, this exquisite body will provide some many
lucky man with many years of sexual pleasure... if the price is right".

To her horror, Kelly realized that it was she who was being described. As the
voice spoke, she was slowly being turned around on the platform that she was
fastened to. She tried to scream but only produced a muffled sound barely
audible over the speaker's voice.

Although she didn't know it, she had been smuggled out of the country and was
now in an old abandoned theatre somewhere in Casablanca where girls were
auctioned off on the White Slave market. Although the bright spotlight
prevented her from seeing the audience, it was made up of wealthy African,
Middle Eastern and Asian men who had a weakness for pretty young white girls.

"As is our policy Gentlemen, we do not show any more of our merchandise than
you see now but you will agree by the tight jeans and flimsy tee-shirt that
this is indeed a fine specimen. We will start the bidding at 50 thousand for
this raven haired beauty".

"50 thousand", Kelly heard someone say in a heavy accent. "75 thousand. 100
thousand".

" I have 100 thousand" said the voice over the microphone. " Do I have 125
thousand ?". And so the bidding went. Kelly was terrified. She must be having a
nightmare. But it was all so real... She struggled against her bonds and
uttered muffled protests that went unheard.

"I have 250 thousand. Do I have 275 thousand ? 250 thousand going once... 250
thousand going twice... Sold for 250 thousand US dollars. Payment is required
in small bills immediately. Your goods will be delivered to the worldwide
location of your choice within 12 hours. Thank you Gentlemen. I look forward to
our next auction. Good night".

Just then, the bright light went out and kelly felt a hood being placed over
her head. Then a sharp jab in her arm and then she blacked out.